"Now this is getting interesting."
The Ancestral Dragon was no longer afraid, and battle intent surged from his body.
He no longer chose to conceal himself. It was time to get serious.
If he had still been playing around before, then now, facing Kong Xuan with the Twelve-Petal Golden Lotus in hand, along with the aid of three Great Powers at the peak of the quasi-saint realm,
he had to get serious.
He would no longer hold back.
A great battle was about to erupt.
The earth shook and the mountains trembled.
The Three Realms quaked.
The sky darkened and the earth dimmed.
The sun and moon lost their light.
The Ancestral Dragon alone fought against four quasi-saints, shocking the Three Realms.
Within the Blood Sea.
A red-robed old man stood there. With red robes, red hair, and a red beard, he watched from across the void as the Ancestral Dragon battled Kong Xuan and the other four Buddhist Sect experts.
He sighed. "The Ancestral Dragon truly deserves his name. To fight four quasi-saints alone—such strength is terrifying indeed."
This red-robed old man was the overlord of the Blood Sea, Ancestor Minghe.
His cultivation was unimaginably formidable. He was one of the few true experts in the Three Realms.
He had once made the domineering declaration: "As long as the Blood Sea does not run dry, I, Minghe, shall not die."
Ancestor Minghe considered himself invincible among quasi-saints.
But if he were surrounded and attacked by Kong Xuan's group of four, could he respond as easily as this? Sorry, he simply could not do it.
Even within the Blood Sea, where he possessed a natural advantage, he still had no confidence in fighting Kong Xuan and four other quasi-saints.
It was precisely because of this
that he understood just